Unhealthy obsession (Haikyuu AU)

Chapter 34

RECOMMENDED SONG: WHISKEY GLASSES BY MORGAN WALLEN

From a distance, sheltered inside his car with tinted windows and wearing sunglasses, the man saw Oikawa leave the building accompanied by his faithful but stupid bodyguard who would not stop growling and cursing his luck and his work, and especially cursing Oikawa.

"Hey Iwa-chan, why don't you go fuck yourself?" Oikawa said reluctantly turning to look at him. "It seems that fucking your date has only put you in a worse mood. Do me a favor and get out of my sight, you said it yourself: I don't need you right now."

"Trust me, I'm not doing this for you, nasty diva," Iwaizumi replied, keeping an eye on the people who stared at Oikawa as they passed. "Let's do something better: I have to work and you have to... I don't know what the hell you do when you're not shooting a movie, but it doesn't matter. Let's ignore each other."

"For once you say something smart," Oikawa said with a sly smile.

Iwaizumi decided not to answer. He preferred to keep looking around to keep his watch as his mind went back to the events of a couple of days ago. Ushijima was fucking good, like, really good at it, but it's not like Iwaizumi doubted that even before he slept with him.

He was surprised that, for such a big and stocky man, he was so gentle and careful with his touch. He treated Iwaizumi like he was afraid he would break, until Iwaizumi, desperate for something more rude, asked him to be rough on him. At that moment Ushijima's face had transformed from a sweet to a savage expression and Iwaizumi knew that he had been right to ask him for that. For the next day Iwaizumi had struggled to stay seated without feeling his ass sore, but it had been so worthy that he had no complaints.

Besides, between round and round they had talked about a thousand things. Ushijima had told him about himself and his job as a manager, and Iwaizumi had told him about his job as a bodyguard, about the - very few- advantages of working for Oikawa and the - numerous - disadvantages. But before they could talk about anything else, both of them had gone back to devouring each other in a frenzy, putting aside words to take action once more.

"Hey!"

Oikawa snapped his fingers in front of his face, snapping Iwaizumi out of his reverie.

"I thought we agreed not to talk and ignore each other, can't you keep your mouth shut for two minutes?"

Oikawa looked in the direction of a car far away.

The man felt as if Oikawa could see him through the metal of the car door. He felt that he was staring into his eyes, despite the fact that it was impossible that it had happened, because the tinted windows avoided unwanted or prying eyes. But still, the man felt a pleasant chill, a rush of adrenaline inside him at the thought that Oikawa might be looking in his direction. He became aroused thinking that Oikawa might be fearing him.

"I..." Oikawa muttered uncertainly, without taking his eyes off that suspicious car. "It doesn't matter... It must have been my imagination. Let's go now, I wanna get home and lose sight of you."

Oikawa turned and walked to the front again, trying to feign security but with a bad feeling growing deep in his stomach. Iwaizumi, who was unaware of Oikawa's sudden change in attitude, shot a glance towards the place where the boy was looking earlier, but there was nothing strange there. He frowned and shrugged before walking back behind Oikawa.

When they were both out of sight, the man grinned wickedly, a strange, unpleasant smile appearing on his face as he whispered words that would have given anyone who heard them goose bumps.

"You deserve someone better, not that damn good-for-nothing-Kuroo-Tetsuro. It's too troublesome, darling. It's not fair to you... Nor to me. So don't worry," the man licked his lips as he rubbed his crotch with his hand, "you won't be Kuroo Tetsuro's, but mine. It's a promise, darling. I'll give you whatever you want. One day you'll be mine... Oikawa Tooru."